Our darling little girl decided after an entire season of Soccer that the very last game was going to be her breakout moment and boy did she ever. Who was this child running after the ball with the tenacity of a hungry lion? Pushing the boys on the opposite team as if she were trying to exit a burning building. And scoring as if, might I say, she were the offspring of Beckham. (Don't tell me you don't know who that is!) Maybe I shouldn't go that far, but she was "IN" the game for the entire game.
Grass stained knees that made me weep with joy. So excited when she scored her first goal that I forgot who I was, where I was. Yelling as loud as I could, making me one of the "soccer moms". I didn't care! I couldn't care! It was a moment when we realized what metal she was made of.
Did I mention she got the MVP award? Pride. Proud. Joy. Pride. Happiness. Disbelief. And YES...more PRIDE!
Time to breathe...we experienced a modern day miracle of which I was privileged to see with my own eyes.